Wednesday, April 14, 2010


by D. H. Lawrence

Are you willing to be sponged out, erased, canceled, made nothing?

Are you willing to be made nothing? dipped into oblivion?

If not, you will never really change.

The phoenix renews her youth only when she is burnt,

Burnt alive, burnt down to hot and flocculent ash.

Then the small stirring of a new small bub in the nest

With strands of down like floating ash

Shows that she is renewing her youth like the eagle,

Immortal bird.

[ Shared by Erosthenes ]

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